Come, Come, Merry Hearts.
Come, come, merry hearts, nor play sadly your parts,
In the drama of Life we've assigned us,
Let us sing and be gay, as the wild birds in May,
Leaving Care, the old varlet, behind us.
Let the goblet and bowl chase all grief from the soul,
Be good humour the guest of to-night,
While in bumpers we toast the dear girl we love most,
And by singing put Sorrow to flight.
For the grape was designed for the good of mankind,
And the juice of its berry we know,
By Dame Nature was sent with the kindest intent,
To lessen the world of its woe!
Then be not ungrateful, refuse not to taste
This antidote sent to our pain,
Bright hours like the present were not sent us to waste,
Once gone boys, they'll ne'er come again.
Old Time in his might as he urges their flight,
When he sees us so merry and blythe,
In his trembling hand, though he carries the sand,
May forget the sad use of his scythe.
For the grape was designed, &c.
Never judge by outward appearances. Who would ever imagine there was milk in a cocoa nut?
